owlsbooks Chapter 466 The Third Wilbur
Chapter 466 The Third Wilbur
Boom! ! !
Just as Wilbur was about to devour Michael and directly complete his plan to ascend to the gods, he heard a thunderstorm above his head.
The roaring thunder rolled in, tearing apart the dark and thick clouds, and the roar of some kind of giant beast resounded through the entire sky for a while.
"This is impossible!"
Wilbur suddenly raised his head, showing a look of astonishment and shock: "Isn't he... that man... trapped by the weeping angel?"
next moment!
Surrounded by evil spirits that destroy everything, the extremely powerful and brilliant thunderbolt, like a brilliant golden meteorite from the sky, dragged a thousand-meter-long gorgeous fireworks, pierced through the dark and thick night, and crashed into the factory.
boom----
This iron and steel factory full of cruelty and blood was almost instantly shattered by a huge shock wave. The supporting beams, columns and structures collapsed, and the huge kinetic energy hit the ground, smashing every inch of land within sight into fine powder and then shattering it. To [-] meters high!
The entire city of Newcastle was hit by a magnitude [-] earthquake, and countless huge cracks spread like dense spider webs.
Look at where Wilbur is.
The golden beam of thunder has already penetrated from the surface to the depths of the veins in one breath, leaving a tiankeng with a diameter of tens of meters.
With one blow, the mountains and rivers were shattered and the earth collapsed.
Looking around within a radius of several thousand meters, the terrain and landforms were completely changed by this blow!
among the ruins.
Beside the huge crater that Thunder smashed out, the sacred Seraph's wings were wrapped into a ball, and the outer feathers were spotless and white as jade. Even after bearing the aftermath of the blow just now, there was still no scar.
As the aftermath gradually disappeared, the sacred wings of Seraphim slowly unfolded, revealing Michael and Constantine inside. Fortunately, they did not appear to be injured.
Although this dazzling archangel has lost most of her power after being trapped for many days, she is still a high-level Seraph in essence. At the moment before the lightning strike, she decisively used her Seraph's wings to wrap her and Constantine. inside.
The wings of Seraphim are the source of power bestowed by God on angels. Even if the sacred power in it cannot be used, its tenacity alone is comparable to a divine weapon. The aftermath of the current lightning strike is more than enough.
Without the cover of the factory roof, the dense torrential rain in the sky crashed down, mixed with a bone-piercing chill, fresh air poured into the nostrils, and it was no longer the disgusting smell of blood.
However, the thunder still continued, and even intensified. The sky covered by dark clouds was covered with dancing silver snakes for a while, and countless lightning and thunder roared, pulling out branch-like traces, as if tearing the sky.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Thunder bursts, and the wind howled.
Looking at the dark night sky, there are golden ripples slowly rippling.
Roaring thunder surged in the dark clouds like a torrent, and the thick fire rings burst and boiled one after another, dyeing most of the night sky red, like the scene of burning clouds.
A thin figure, bathed in the mighty thunder, came towards him with endless pressure like a god on high.
Wherever it passes, the dark clouds recede!
Even the torrential rain seems to be afraid of that majestic figure. As the gorgeous flames converge into a tide and sweep from the east, the rain gradually decreases and then disappears.
Newcastle, which has been shrouded in heavy rain all year round, finally revealed its dazzling light at this moment.
Yes...he's coming!
Michael raised his slender gooseneck, his emerald green pupils reflected like a mirror, and the majestic figure from far to near revealed a trace of joy from the heart.
The warm and sunny sunshine brought her a long-lost warmth, which was a warmth that she had never felt since she came here.
"I'm not too late."
A ray of light cast by the sun, through the ruins of the factory, shone on the man's face. Those azure eyes were quiet and steady, giving people an indescribable peace of mind.
"Not early...but not late either."
Michael raised his head and stared at the man in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed, he pursed his pink and thin lips, and raised a quiet smile: "I haven't seen you for a year, you have become stronger... Lord Carr."
"you know me?"
Lord frowned slightly, and looked at this angel with a little curiosity, such a beautiful female angel, whoever had only met once before, would be deeply impressed.
But unfortunately, he didn't have the slightest impression, and he didn't remember where he had seen such a Seraphim.
Gabriel...is an exception.
In Lord's aesthetics, Gabriel is definitely not a beauty, at most he can only be called him, which fits the definition of neutral angel.
"I forgot......"
Michael lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembled, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "Now you don't remember me anymore."
Hearing this sentence, Lord's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression seemed a little weird. Looking at the lost Michael, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say but dared not.
Fortunately, Michael lowered his head at the moment and didn't notice his expression.
"Exactly as you said..."
Lord quickly returned to normal. After pondering for a moment, he replied: "There is something wrong with my memory, which seems to be related to the situation here. Since you are Seraphim, can you tell me what happened here?"
"Although I really want to tell you everything, that guy doesn't seem to be willing to wait." Michael didn't answer him directly, but raised his finger and pointed to the rear, where an illusory figure stood there at some point.
"Sure enough, it appeared again."
Lord couldn't help sighing, pinched his brows that were a little swollen, looked at the man calmly, and said, "If you kill one, another will come again, are you a human or a cockroach?"
She was dressed in a long suit with a slim fit and a windbreaker. Her curly brown hair was combed neatly behind her head with pomade. She was wearing expensive leather handmade shoes. She held a gorgeous cane inlaid with gold thread on her right hand. Exuding an aristocratic temperament from the upper class from the inside out, it is obvious that this is another Wilbur Whateley.
He can be 100% sure of one thing...
Wilbur, who was blasted into the bottom of the pit by the lightning strike just now, is now completely dead, and it can be said that there is not even a scum left.
It is also impossible for Wilbur, who was hacked to death by...that guy, to be resurrected again.
The one before their eyes was the second Wilbur Whateley he had ever seen.
Even a person with a dull brain can feel a strong sense of something wrong at this time. After all, no matter from which level, it is impossible for Wilbur Whateley to have so many individuals!
Is it... double?
Lord thought to himself, but quickly denied his opinion.
One advantage of being a god of death is that he can directly observe the state of the other party's soul, and in Wilbur Whateley he saw in his eyes, no matter which state of the soul was complete, there was no sign of weakening or weakening.
This means that Wilbur Whateley is not a double.
Every Wilbur Whateley who appeared in front of them was the real 'I'!
But in this way, a paradox arises.
How could the three Wilbur Whateleys be explained, since the souls were whole and showed no signs of splitting?